"So where are you?" It was Marge. Damn, my mind thought, as I reluctantly pulled away from Jane and now focused on the real world."Where do you think?...You called me." I said, quickly returning to reality."The hotel switchboard said they would connect me, but wouldn't tell me where you were! Have you paid these people off, or what?" I'm down at the beach bar, why don't y'all come down and join me." I'm surprised ... right! We'll be there in about 15 minutes," Marge said and hung up. Jane gave me. We are both busy and cooking is not our first priority.”Lisa laughed throatily. It was a sound that I love dearly and associate with her sexy self. She said, “We could but I have something quick in the fridge when we’re ready to go in there.”We had a nice salad later that evening. Friday was a light day with the only thing of note being the arrival of invitations. Lisa and I met at home coming from our respective offices.We had nothing going on this weekend and planned to stay naked until. They had every girlie mag and erotic novelty item anyone could ever want. Never mind how I knew about it. I walked in and went straight for the spanking literature. A few seconds of browsing and there it was- the June issue of "Corner Time Magazine", a publication dedicated to adult corporal punishment. I flipped through the pages and stopped at the personal ads. There were several of them, so I decided to buy the issue and study it back at the office. When I got there, Betty was gone. There. He began to fuck into her like a jackhammer, and he felt her petite body shuddering beneath him with the impact. But there wasn't any complaint from Chrissy,. She clawed his shoulders and moaned with pleasure as the red-hot friction between cock and cunt brought her to the brink of climax."Ahhhhh, shit, I'm gonna come," she gurgled.Yet greedily she held on to that almost unbearable pleasure, never wanting it to end.She could have come if she sneezed, but she tried not to. She adored the deep.